the title of this has nothing to do with any current life-activity of mine that is taking place at the moment. i just saw a video cam on the desk next to me and felt like making up a new word.
speaking of new words, i have been rolling around with cale lately. and by rolling around i literally mean the wheels of my car rolling in a circle while we drive to places. we make up words too. the best one so fair is waisen. if you cannot guess what that is a combo of, then you don’t deserve to know.
i seriously, honestly, incredibly, weirdly, CANNOT believe that i am graduating from high school in less then a month (if you count days). that’s insane. this morning in magnet geology, BH, HKH, and i were discussing long withheld memories of past years. there are some good ones.
like chemistry our freshman year. one day, mrs. green announced to us that she was about to do something that we would never forget. she then proceeded to sing ‘my humps’ by the black eyed peas while she pelvic thrusted her way around the chalkboard showing us some kind of chemistry topic. as you can see, i do not remember what she was trying to teach us. but i will never forget the curly red-haired dress-and-sneaker-wearing fergie.
how about everything that has to do with the bio trip? like the picnic. or schrat breaking a window and then running away. or BH playing ‘never have i ever’ and learning some unexpected and uncomfortable things about the so-called ‘good girls’ of our grade. or doing ky and shavers hair. or the shark pond. or when HKH and i snuck out and saw deer (the moment that which began my all-encompassing adoration of deer). or how about tanning on the grassy knoll. or how about the airplane ride in which we all sang the diarrhea song. or how about the black guy that called BH thick. or how about how we all loved each other that week.
or how about every single video project. nothing needs to even be said.
i really like basking in these memories. it’s like indoor tanning without the orange. anyways, i feel like graduation is going to be really sad. i am harsh on my friends, and to a lot of people i meet, but i really have made amazing friends in high school. it’s a handful- but the ones in my hands are the ones that will always be in my hands. leaving my teachers will be worse. i have relied on them so much- as mentors and friends and coaches and therapists. i am not sure how to thank people that encapsulate everything i want to be other then crying my eyes out and squeezing them real tight (my teachers, not my eyes). i guess i’ll hug my classmates, too. i really do love most of you guys, much as i hate to admit it. ALSO. i hope albie goes ahead with his satirical speech. that’d be a good way to end it all.
tomorrow is tardy and proud day. i had a dream last night that it went really well. like 300 people showed up and the police were called it. i am pissed that i had that dream because now nothing will measure up. (cheryl crying, chaos erupting, evil laughter as the soundtrack, ISS, jail… etc.)
my mom is talking on the phone ever so loudly behind me so now my concentration is ruined.
so bye.
